Yet with his belief, his optimism did not quite die.
In the same breath Jean had told him that he could never possess Josephine, and that Josephine loved him.

This in itself, Jean's assurance of her love, was sufficient to arouse a spirit like his with new hope.

At last he went to bed, and in spite of his mental and physical excitement of the night, he fell asleep.
John Adare did not fail in his promise to rouse Philip early in the day.

When Philip jumped out of bed in response to Adare's heavy knock at the door, he judged that it was not later than seven o'clock, and the room was still dark.

Adare's voice came booming through the thick panels in reply to Philip's assurance that he was getting up.
"This is the third time," he cried.